That unexplainable extravagant aura I felt inside me.
I always remember somebody told me.
“ Do what makes you happy “
I know it maybe wrong to some people...
But, its still true.
You don’t need everyone’s approval..
If you want to do something, do it
If you want to learn something, study it
If you want to love someone, then love them
If you want to buy something, by all means earn and buy it.
You don’t need to tell everyone your ‘decisions’ because then, you’re opening yourself for confusion.
If you know it will make you happy.
Go for it.
If you ended up getting hurt. Good try, learn from your experiences
But it won’t change the fact that it made you happy.
If you do what makes you happy, it means you’re allowing yourself to be yourself
You’ll never know what magic lies beyond holding yourself back and letting yourself be free.
I can say this because I’ve witness myself bloom with that strong aura that was very eager to pursue and achieve my dreams.(although I’m starting to miss that me again)
Having an inspiration or somebody who can make you feel comfortable to be yourself is also such a life changing blessing too..
Oh, You can’t imagine how beautiful your soul can turn up.
❝ you’re related to the snake ? ❞ hades asks, raising a brow in mild interest. ❝ MY SYMPATHIES. and perhaps you can tell me where he hid the watch he stole from mr. purkis’ corpse, then ? ❞
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“It’s true that a lot of our deep-seated issues revolve around our relationships with our parents,” Harley Harleen replied, one long leg crossed over the other as she glanced up towards the other over the rim of her glasses. “But that doesn’t mean that those issues can be resolved by killing them -- as nice as that’d be and all.”
Jane hates red roses. Not because they’re ugly flowers, but mostly because she’s used to being given them on every birthday, every Christmas, every fucking Valentine’s Day by her uncle. They’re something of a trigger, now. It’s why when an anonymous bouquet of them turns up for her at work, she doesn’t get all excited -- she just marches on down to the florist’s to find out where they came from. It’s been three years. They can’t be from Uncle David.
“I don’t wanna seem ungrateful,” she explains as she sets the flowers down on the counter. Because if they’re from somebody else, then it’s a very sweet gesture. If they’re not, then she needs to move. “I just-- I wanna know who I should be thanking, so... Is there a way y’can find out who-- who sent these?”
tagging @originallywritten. featuring a good bit of erica’s backstory on this verse that I’ve been really lazy about writing down. also im always changing my mind, RIP.
OK, so by now it’s fairly obvious that Erica has a huge crush on the owner of the bakery she works at, Demetrius Hadlock. When this crush started precisely is hard to determine and it probably doesn’t matter. What matters is how she deals with her crush and how she acts around Demetrius---and why.
A major part of Erica’s background in this verse is the huge change in her life that occurred in her late twenties, which has led to her current financial instability (compared to before), as explained here.
Erica’s main personal goal at this point in her life is to get her shit together and find some new goals. Everything she worked for in her 20s---her career, her relationship, her future---went down the drain as her 30s approached. As a person who needs to have goals to meet, she is determined to set new goals for herself and move on with her life.
Getting into a relationship is so low on her priorities that it doesn’t even make the list, but Erica is only human and far from dead. Demetrius is attractive and---more importantly---she finds him attractive (and she’s thought so from the beginning), and considering both their personalities... The flirting was inevitable, really.
Asking Erica---social, friendly, warm Erica---to not flirt with a charming guy who she spends a lot of time with? Impossible. Not going to happen. Flirting is too much fun for her not to indulge.
That attraction and flirting lead to Erica developing a crush was somewhat unexpected, mostly because of the curse of “Hera always ignores her feelings until they’re impossible to ignore” which extends to AUs. She’s still doing her best to ignore her crush on Demetrius, but it’s getting difficult to hide because Erica keeps to the Hera tradition of “physically affectionate during inappropriate circumstances”.
She !!! doesn’t want to have feelings for Demetrius because they are---honestly---an inconvenience, as he’s her boss and she needs to Get Her Life Together, and she’s still recovering from the end of a 7+ years relationship that ended with infidelity and a cancelled wedding and--- You get the picture, right?
Liking Demetrius doesn’t fit in her day planner, so she just... doesn’t acknowledge the fact that sometimes he makes her catch her breath, or that her pulse jumps when he’s near, or that one awful time when she blushed. Blushing is The Worst.
Erica doesn’t stop flirting though, because that’s just not how she’s built. Once she’s decided she likes you---in general, not necessarily due to attraction or crushes---pretending to be aloof or disinterested is a tall order, unless she’s setting up a joke (and even then, there’s something Engaged about her aloofness).
ANYWAY, I LOST MY POINT HERE, BUT??? Erica has a crush on her boss, but she doesn’t actually want to do anything about it, but she’s also :( upset at the possibility of being teased for her dumb crush because she doesn’t even ??? want ??? this stupid dumb crush. SHE DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS.
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“I mean, as far as prison pics go, I’d rate it a solid seven,” Harley suggested, peering over their shoulder to the file open on the desk in front of them. “Not exactly the best of hair days, but you get dragged outta the river by your feet and try not to look like a drowned rat when it counts.”
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The sound of bent metal, the shatter of glass, the screech of tires -- i can’t swim! -- ( she shoulda woulda coulda learned from the last time ) -- pain raced, ricocheting across her face, her shoulder... for a minute there she was flying, flying like an eagle -- landing like a chicken. She came to a stop suddenly, painfully, any sound she made swallowed by the air that got knocked clean out of her lungs, limbs crumpling in in awkward, and most definitely unladylike angles. “I’m gonna kick somebody’s ass,” she managed to gasp, a hand dragging across her eyes to try and get the rain and blood out of them to see just who it was to blame for her current conundrum.
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Her breath was shallow, a shudder trailing down her spine that she tried to control, tried to swallow back the faint groan, the barest whimper of pain from where she had collapsed onto the floor. Blood still stained her lips, gashes seen across her side, an unpleasant assortment of scrapes and bruises dotting her person. “Fuck,” she exhaled roughly, her lashes forced upon through sheer force of will to try and see the face that went with the footsteps that she could swear she could feel through the floor.
